“At the last moment, he said see you again. Something…. feels weird now I think about it.”
“Why? Isn’t it because he knew you would come again for the next interrogation?”
“No, it’s not that…… Like, is it just my feeling? When he said that, his eyes….. felt different. Mm, it felt more like active than manual?”
He couldn’t understand what he was saying. Tim frowned little bit, and Jude shook his head.
“It’s hard to explain. It doesn’t feel good. It just might be in my head…. Ah, phone.”
He stopped murmuring to himself and took out a loud ringing phone. Weird feeling? He looked at Jude with curiosity. He was able to hear the phone because the phone setting was at the loudest.
[Detective Jude? I’m Michael Bolt. I’m psychotherapist in FBI.]
“Ah, yes. What happened?”
[Can I ask for the data about the interrogation? Because he rejected our psychotherapists, you are the only person I can get the data.]
“If it’s that, I didn’t really get anything for him either. I couldn’t record and didn’t take a note. We just inquisitively talked. You won’t get anything from that.”
[I don’t care. You just have to explain what you guys shared in detail to us.]
“Excuse me. You know I talked to him about four hours today? First I can’t remember everything what we talked about, and I need to work with this guy from now on? So how about you check it after I submit the report?”
[We need to prepare for the later, so the minimum of the data……..]
Tim pitifully smiled at Jude who was halfheartedly talking on the phone with a tone of he really wants to hang up. This kind of request wasn’t once or twice. Of course FBI, normal Psychology Association and even the criminology clubs. Somehow they figured out Jude’s number and constantly called to ask about the conversation with Alvin Johns.
Bzzz. Bzzz. A small vibration sound came out from Tim’s pocket. Can’t do that while driving as a police. He thought about for a second and glimpsed at the caller ID. The number was from the prison they just came out from. He stopped the car nearby and opened the flip.
“Timothy Maxwe….”
[Detective! Are you with Detective Jude who caught Alvin?]
“Yes, I am.”
[Urgent!]
When he heard the man’s desperate voice, all different kind of thought came into his mind. Did Alvin hurt himself? Or smuggled a pen and stabbed a guard? Or just like the scene from the Silence of the Lambs, did he bite off a person’s face? He was thinking about the possibilities and felt an extreme anxiety. No way, no way. Don’t tell me this is worst than those.
“What….happened?”
[Alvin Johns escaped!]
“What!”
“So I’ll make a report and….. What?!”
Even Jude who was stubbornly explaining on the phone scream in surprised. Because of the panic, Tim unknowingly changed his phone to the other hand.
“What are you talking about, how is that possible!”
[We, we’re not sure either! For some reason, nobody knows why, the guard took him out, and Alvin told him he’s going to the restroom and chocked the guard and escaped…. We don’t know how. We, we noticed it a while after….]
These idiots! Tim bit his teeth and barely said, “We’ll be right there” and closed the flip harshly. Jude’s face was just dumbfounded. Tim shook his head to cool down little bit and start the car with a partner who just chuckled. Tim stepped on the gas up to where it’s legal.
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